I still am not totally sure where I am exactly, or how I got here. But what I do know is that I am going to make the best of the time I have here.
This island doesn't really have a surplus of exciting things. For example, last night I slept not only horribly restlessly, but the only comfort -- and I'm using that term very loosely -- I had was some palm leaves I plucked from a palm tree. And I'm 99.9% sure a coconut hit my leg at some point in the night.
In the morning, I decide to go for a hike around the island. There's a clean looking river here that seems to split the island in two. I drink from the water and am pleased to find that it's freshwater, not saltwater. It's cold and refreshing. I wonder how I might cross the river --- it was too big to swim, and I didn't really want to get wet. Besides, who knows what's actually in the water?
I pace the shore, looking for a way across. I come upon a wooden bridge --- or rather, the rotted remains of one. This island was inhabited at some point, I think, but where did they all go? The bridge doesn't look safe enough to cross, and I'm not in the mood to risk crossing.
Just as I am about to turn back, a large cracking sound makes me drop onto my stomach on the ground and cover my head. A loud THUD shakes the earth, and I cautiously peer up from the ground to see a large tree wide and sturdy enough to walk on had fallen across the river, connecting the two sides. My stomach somersaults inside me. How did the tree fall? Did someone cut it down? I look around, searching for someone or some sign of how the tree had fallen, but I am alone. The air seems off, but I decide to cross the tree anyway.
I cross it without a problem, and continue walking forward through the thicket until I come upon some more fruit trees...
I am quite excited when I see the ripe mangoes growing here. I haven't had a mango for a long, long time. I plucked the juicy treasure right there and bit right in, the sweet liquids inside dribbling down my chin. It felt almost as good as Mungo... maybe even better.
But the heavenly taste of the mango triggers a memory...
The Underground wasn't the last place I've been, I realize. Not the City, either. I'm supposed to be... dead.
Megumi Kurosawa -- Day Two
I still am not totally sure where I am exactly, or how I got here. But what I do know is that I am going to make the best of the time I have here.
This island doesn't really have a surplus of exciting things. For example, last night I slept not only horribly restlessly, but the only comfort -- and I'm using that term very loosely -- I had was some palm leaves I plucked from a palm tree. And I'm 99.9% sure a coconut hit my leg at some point in the night.
In the morning, I decide to go for a hike around the island. There's a clean looking river here that seems to split the island in two. I drink from the water and am pleased to find that it's freshwater, not saltwater. It's cold and refreshing. I wonder how I might cross the river --- it was too big to swim, and I didn't really want to get wet. Besides, who knows what's actually in the water?
I pace the shore, looking for a way across. I come upon a wooden bridge --- or rather, the rotted remains of one. This island was inhabited at some point, I think, but where did they all go? The bridge doesn't look safe enough to cross, and I'm not in the mood to risk crossing.
Just as I am about to turn back, a large cracking sound makes me drop onto my stomach on the ground and cover my head. A loud THUD shakes the earth, and I cautiously peer up from the ground to see a large tree wide and sturdy enough to walk on had fallen across the river, connecting the two sides. My stomach somersaults inside me. How did the tree fall? Did someone cut it down? I look around, searching for someone or some sign of how the tree had fallen, but I am alone. The air seems off, but I decide to cross the tree anyway.
I cross it without a problem, and continue walking forward through the thicket until I come upon some more fruit trees...
I am quite excited when I see the ripe mangoes growing here. I haven't had a mango for a long, long time. I plucked the juicy treasure right there and bit right in, the sweet liquids inside dribbling down my chin. It felt almost as good as Mungo... maybe even better.
But the heavenly taste of the mango triggers a memory...
The Underground wasn't the last place I've been, I realize. Not the City, either. I'm supposed to be... dead.